The exasperated girlfriend who has had enough of your lazing about and decides to use your own belt to teach you a lesson If you're looking to actually acquire a spanking machine of your own these days there appear to be two main options: The Robospanker and the Spank-O-Matic II. Karen listened, and the message sank in. She knew her Mummy did not do idle talk as regards discipline. Ring….ring…ring….ring… She is almost ready to put it down but I answer. “Good afternoon, Mr.Jones Speaking. Can I help?”

The Auntie you're staying with for the summer, and is determined to instill some discipline in you. She's not going to have you breaking curfew anymore. Individuals may find it provides a new experience and a release from their everyday selves and responsibilities. Why might people like being spanked? Hello, I am Sarah Gregory, a well known spanking model as well as professional disciplinarian. I started out as a submissive and after many years of being a bottom, I slowly discovered the part of me that enjoyed the topping side of spanking. I now consider myself to be a 50/50 switch. I feel that because I started as a bottom, I know how to be an effective top.I know what each implement feels like, I know how it feels to be draped over a stern lap,bent over a chair, and I know what makes a good spanking for me.So, because I know what I crave and need as a bottom, I feel better equipped to give to others what they crave when it comes to receiving a spanking. Karen remembers the day her adventure at Grammer School began. It was the day she received the letter telling her that she had passed the 11+ exam with flying colours.Soon her bottom was a lovely red, spreading down to her upper thigh. Mummy remembered the sit spot and how it stung, so delivered ten right across the point where her voluptuous cheeks joined her thighs. How they bounced, sinking in, then springing up instantly, and how she wriggled trying to pull free of the pain. But Mummy held her firmly, a tight grip around her waist holding the hand that tried to protect her. This annoyed Mummy, she was in mid flow! The leaving of school behind her and the journey home was sullen. The man in the bowler hat frowned at her as if he knew. The walk from the bus stop to her lovely cottage was heavy and slow. Two of Mummy’s friends saw her and nudged each other. Was that a snigger?

Mildred went to Ivy’s, where she met Betty and Mary. Like the fire in the plump bottom of our naughty girl, news of the good irls downfall began to spread. A fantasy about a spanking machine, and how it cannot be controlled or influenced by cries or pleas, the way a loving parent can. Have you a guilty conscience?’ Have you a need? An itch that needs to be scratched?’ Would physical chastisement help?’

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spanked by her then husband carey grant. (confirmed) (contributed by henry) - Dyan Cannon was spanked One of the earliest documented references to the idea of a spanking machine can be found in Jeremy Bentham's The Rationale of Punishment published in 1830 in which he considers the issue of how to deal with the various factors that affect the force employed when whipping an offender. He goes on to say: Sagarin, B. J., et al. (2015). Sadomasochism without sex? Exploring the parallels between BDSM and extreme rituals.

Oh shit! Why today, why does she need a hug? Today of all days when I have let her down.” Thought Karen.Stress release: Individuals may find similar benefits from spanking therapy as those from mindful activities, such as meditation. Mildred was walking by, the strains of the spanking symphony drifted through the window turning into a cocophony of sound, hard whups! and long, long howls of pain! She nodded satisfactorily. “Good old Mummy, keeping up the standards, that’ll teach her!” The following are answers to common questions about spanking therapy. Is spanking therapy always sexual? her last spanking, which occured when she was 18 years old. (contributed by jan) - In her biography debby

Almost a minute passed, but it felt longer. Karen looked at her beautiful Mummy, the rounded body looked so cosy and even at this moment strangely comforting, her Mummy bear almost. She saw her Mummy looking at her bush, her hips, she could almost read the thoughts in her head…”My my, my little girl is a girl no more.”Now she had a vehicle for her pride. She had always been proud of her daughter, a bright intelligent daughter. Not many from the village had got into Grammer School in recent years. She knew that a lot of her peers in the W.I. Would be saying that very night…”I hear Karen got into Grammer school, she deserves it, her Mummy will be so proud.” The journey to the end of the day was like some heroic trek in a fantasy novel. Long and arduous. The lunch time collection of the ‘death sentence’ sent a cold shiver to her tummy. The words left the slip and ran amok in her brain. There before her the words threatened her bottom. A formidable no nonsense women. Her standing in the community was the fuel that drove her on. At Christmas she probably had to do without, to provide a lovely Christmas for her daughter. She was the woman you went to to get something done, Tombolas, Raffles, Carol Concerts to name a few. In short, she was a very much loved and respected member of the village community.